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Suchismita Ghoshal

Author Suchismita Ghoshal hails from West Bengal, India. At the age of 23, she has been continuously leaving her footprints in the contemporary literary world. She is an widely published author, internationally reputed bilingual poet, spoken word poet, professional writer, content writer, editor and critic, translator (Bengali, English), performer, communicator and literary influencer. She’s been invited to many international festivals and open mics. Her awards, accolades and achievements not only inspire her more to write but also to influence her through the kindness of her words. Her solo books “Fields of Sonnet”, “Emotions & Tantrums” & “Poetries in Quarantine” are available on Amazon website.

YOU GIVE LONG SPEECHES ON INDEPENDENCE

You give long speeches on Independence, I see the self- sacrifices that brave hearts smilingly did. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the thousand conflicts, million beating hearts, splashes of blood, claustrophobia of shackles. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the 75 years of comfort that you, I , we cherish after the long battle of freedom fighters. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the queue of rallies when our ancestors had valiantly joined and never returned. You give long speeches on Independence, I see many revolutions suppressed under the scarcity of televisions then our home. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the restlessness of newspapers in every home that had searched for solutions every single day, every single night back then, in the decades of the 40s. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the traumatized Britishers dethroned by the courageous troops of “स्वदेशी”. You give long speeches on Independence, I see you losing track on your lines as you lack the senses of liberty. You give long speeches on Independence, I see the teardrops in my granny’s eyes for her husband and she says, “তোর দাদু সাহসী ছিল। আজ মরে গিয়েও হয়ত হাসছে।” [Your grandfather was brave. He might have been smiling in the grave] You give long speeches on Independence, Remember we see the mistakes you make where each of the names, misspelt will be echoed to the ears of “Shahids” who gave their souls to save the utmost dignity of soils.

INTROSPECTION

Brutish murders in segregation may lead you To the hindrance of factual introspection; Emotionally processing with the image Of never-ending feuds won’t bring back The tints of rhapsodies, dollops of solace. Reflecting what you have distributed Can be a little overwhelming or embarrassing Differing from one occurrence to another. Revolving around the goods can reverberates All the references in your pocket as your mind Slowly resurrects the serenity of the universe. Traces of satisfaction don’t mean saturation But it indeed proclaims the gratefulness Of the journey till now since the infinite ages.

DELUSIONARY CONFLICT OF EMOTIONS

Emotions are not always expressed, Sometimes it’s hidden behind the curtain, The curtain of the play- the play called life. Life is diverged into two ways, One is shadow and the other is light, Light claims to be the superior And the shadow never leaves the place. Tranquility concatenates the entire room slowly ambiguously hesitatingly irascibly. Now the vibes resonate with the state of my mind. I can see the outburst of my emotions, I dance fiercely on the dance floor, Maybe which is a pseudo-truth or a complete lie, Or else I watch the girl changing her clothes Like a chameleon; Shhhhhh! Her family shouldn’t know that She could feel the entire dance floor licking Her legs as she swallows a few shots of vodka And leaving some uneasy gazes of 3 to 4 men away! Everything is a delusionary concept Underneath the infinite blue sky. One day you learn to love and the next day you unlearn, This is how emotion fluctuates, Exfoliates its skin for the newest one to unfurl, And the cycle goes on until it gets back To its home to sheath under the layers Of suppression from this world. Vibrantly ascending towards a peaceful death and a painful birth; Validations interrupt and the instinct of emotions comes back, Again, again & again….just to visit its reincarnated bosom!